Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.